Yue Xi smashed his cell phone angrily.
It was already midnight when Feng Rong's corpse was retrieved.
The cold wind was so strong that it would hurt one's face.
Feng Yu looked at Feng Rong, whose face was covered in blood, lying quietly on the ground. Her sorrow was like broken glass shards that ruthlessly stabbed into the blood vessels in Feng Yu's entire body. It was so painful that Feng Yu's entire body could not help but tremble. In the next second, she knelt heavily on the ground.
Su Su couldn't bear to look away. Lin Yin closed her eyes slightly.
After a while, Feng Yu took out a piece of paper and gently wiped the blood on Feng Yu's face. When that familiar face appeared in front of her again, Feng Yu broke down and cried loudly.
Her trembling hands ached as she wanted to touch the bullet hole on Feng Rong's forehead, but she could not bring herself to do it, afraid that she would hurt her sister.
